Fantasy: It was raining, and the man with the handsome and perfect face stood next to me wet. I handed him a handkerchief and he shyly thanked me.
The rain stopped, he smiled at me, and then walked further and further away...
Reality: It was raining, and a suspicious man with a mask on his face got wet and stood next to me. I asked: "Why are you covering your face?" He replied: "Because of me, he is handsome." I handed him a handkerchief: "Ah... It's raining so hard. How can you still do it?" Come out, does your mother know?" He said with a paralyzed expression, "Thank you, but my mother is busy with business and has no time to care about me." "You're welcome, huh... Actually, I wanted you to throw away that handkerchief, because it was the one I just wiped my nose with."
The rain stopped, he smiled at me, and then quickly found a place to vomit.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
